Tumblr prompt for xhookswenchx - Emma/Hook (no dark curse), "H-how long have you been standing there?"
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not my world, just my imagination.
"Argh, mate!" Emma cried toward the window, Hook's sword in her outstretched arm. She twisted suddenly, the long coat swishing about her knees, loving the feeling of the leather against her skin. It still smelled like him, even after spending well over a year in a box. So many memories of him in this coat. Good, bad, and everything in between, and none that she would trade.
She had made it her project for the last few days to unpack the mountain of boxes that had sat around for far too long when she had found it in a box labelled "K's old stuff". It was folded neatly on the top, his sword, clothes, and other accessories laid out beneath it. Henry and Killian were off sailing for the day, and she couldn't resist trying it on. She only wished she could find the leather pants to complete the outfit, but they were nowhere to be found.
The shirt fell nearly to her knees, the red vest baggy against her stomach, and the coat weighed a ton, but the moment she put it all together, she felt… different. Powerful. Dangerous. After all the adventure she'd experienced since Henry introduced her to her fairy tale parents, she still had a hard time believing that she was living with an actual pirate now, and none other than Captain bloody Hook.
She slid the sword back into the sheath strapped at her hip and whirled around once more- and nearly fell over in shock.
Killian was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, a gigantic grin on his face.
"H-how long have you been standing there?" she stammered, flushing instantly.
"Long enough, love," he smirked, eyes twinkling with amusement.
She started to shrug out of the coat. "I, uh, I thought you guys had left."
"I left my spyglass in the closet down the hall." Killian pushed off the wall, tucking the glass under his elbow, and came close. He grasped the edges of the coat and pulled it back up to her shoulders. "I must say, this is quite a good look for you," he smiled.
She could still feel the heat on her cheeks as she looked up at him. "Well, you seemed to like wearing it for a few centuries, I figured it had to be somewhat comfortable," she said, confidence returning. She stood straighter, hands at her hips. He reached over and pulled her hair out from under the neck of the coat, fanning it over the wide collar.
"Oh, that's much better," he said, his voice low. "You'd have made a stunning pirate, Swan."
She grinned and pulled him closer to her.
"If I had known how much you liked seeing me like this, I'd have worn it ages ago," she teased.
He leaned down and kissed her gently. "Later, love," he whispered. "Henry awaits."
"If you're lucky, old man," she taunted as he pulled away and headed toward the door. "My ship, my rules, mate."
He laughed. "Aye, that it is, love," he said as he walked downstairs. "That it is." She heard the door close behind him.
She grinned, pulled out his flask from the inside pocket of the too-large coat, and opened it, taking a long pull of the coffee she had filled it with earlier.
"Drink up, me hearties, yo ho." With a smile, she turned back to the pile of boxes, and got back to work.